Surreal Chorus

[Intro] The night folds gently, like a broken map to home A hush of neon rain, a whispering, lone telephone [Verse 1] I walked a hallway of mirrors, each reflection wore a sigh Echoes of a laughter I can’t locate, fading from the sky In the glass I hear voices, soft as rain upon a grave A duet of fading stars, singing what we misbehave [Pre-Chorus] But the city keeps its secrets, and the streets remember more I reach for fading fingers, slip through a boarded door [Chorus] Why do the lights look older when you’re not around to hold your name? Why does the night keep calling softly, whispering the same old blame? We drift through a surreal chorus, where every note dissolves in blue Two souls in a weathered dawn, and a young man named Luidi joins anew [Verse 2] Billy’s voice is a rain of tulips, hollow petals on the floor Elishy sighs like a distant lullaby, knocking on a closed door Kalhid sings of quiet corridors where memories take the air I’m listening for a heartbeat that once promised we’d still be there [Pre-Chorus] The chorus grows a shadow, the chorus grows a flame We sing to stitch the quiet, we sing to hide the blame [Chorus] Why do the lights look older when you’re not around to hold your name? Why does the night keep calling softly, whispering the same old blame? We drift through a surreal chorus, where every note dissolves in blue Two souls in a weathered dawn, and a young man named Luidi joins anew [Bridge] Surreal is the echo of our vows, bending like a broken string We walk the edge of a dreamscape, where nothing stays the same If we fall, we fall together, into a silent, velvet rain Let the chorus lift us higher, beyond the edge of every pain [Chorus] Why do the lights look older when you’re not around to hold your name? Why does the night keep calling softly, whispering the same old blame? We drift through a surreal chorus, where every note dissolves in blue Two souls in a weathered dawn, and a young man named Luidi joins anew [Outro] The city sighs goodbye, but the music never truly ends We fade into the morning mist, where broken love pretends And in the waking hush, the voices rhyme with rain and truth again Surreal, but true, we carry on until the lights regain